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The Artist as Femme Fatale

Red Lace Is Something I’ve only ever heard about. Never seen. Big Hips, Tiny Waist Isn’t real in my world. Just TV. Tight Seamless Dresses And a flattering sillouhette: Flattery? Danger: Curves Ahead, Comparing me to thrilling. Not me. Real Women Have These: It’s either me or my best friend. Always neither. Bossom Buddies, Close Knit Shower buddies using soap. Never clean.
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Jan 28, 2011
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